A group of foreign devils looked at Zhao Jingyang with dangerous eyes, as if they didn't agree with each other, and they were about to pounce on him and eat him.

Zhao Jingyang sneered: "Isn't it just delaying your sale of tobacco soil?" Why bother with all that nonsense?"

Keswick nodded, "That's right, that's why."

He said, "Zhao, if you are willing to give up the ban on smoking in Hanhai and allow anyone to open a tobacco shop in your territory to sell tobacco, today's meeting will be a happy meeting."

"And what if I don't want to?" Zhao Jingyang said.

"Well, no one will be happy." Keswick said.

He introduced the strange foreign devil sitting next to him, who Zhao Jingyang had never looked at: "This is the consul of the British Empire in Shanghai, and the chairman of the Ministry of Industry, Mr. Jameson."

He said, "Zhao, your rules have seriously damaged our interests. We have made great concessions to you, and you have to make inches."

"If you don't change the rules, or withdraw from the French Concession, then the Ministry of Industry will take the necessary measures against you."

Zhao Jingyang's eyes fell on Jameson, slightly surprised: "It turned out to be Mr. Consul."

"It seems that the no-smoking rule has really touched your nerves."

He said, "What then, will you do?"

Keswick frowned, "Zhao, you have to know that it was you who broke your trust first. We didn't break the rules. Within the rules, we have a lot of ways to target you, you know."

He also said, "We know that you are very strong, but Zhao, can your current physical condition support you to run amok?"

He said, "How much more powerful you are, you are flesh and blood. You can be unafraid of firearms, but what about artillery? What about warships? Our fleet is ready to sail to the open sea of Shanghai at any time!"

Zhao Jingyang's face was expressionless.

He glanced at these foreign devils, and the atmosphere became tense.

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Isn't it just about money?"

He leaned back in his chair and looked lazy: "Jameson, Keswick, everyone, let me ask you, how much do you earn from the tobacco in Shanghai every year?"

Keswick frowned, but Jameson looked moved.

He said, "Mr. Zhao, according to the statistics of the Ministry of Industry and the Bureau, our annual tobacco revenue in Shanghai is around 30 million oceans."

When Zhao Jingyang heard this, he sneered: "."

He said, "You deceived me that I had never done statistics. Up to 20 million! Where did you get 30 million?"

In recent years, the tobacco business has done a lot of business, and the entire Shenzhou, I heard that the annual consumption of tobacco is as high as 350,000 tons!

But how much can Shanghai Tang fart consume every year?

Most of the tobacco and soil are bought and sold, and they only go to the beach here for a transit; It is sold to the north and inland that is the majority. Of course, there are also their own grows in the interior, accounting for a part.

Jameson shrugged, "But our loss, it's thirty million."

Zhao Jingyang waved his hand: "You go to the smoke and soil, it's nothing more than for money; And twenty or thirty million, is it much?"

Jameson laughed, "It's not much compared to Mr. Zhao's business."

Twenty or thirty million, Zhao Jingyang doesn't say much, but in fact? Big, big numbers. ….

Zhao Jingyang said: "So Lao Tzu said that you are shallow-eyed, staring at the melon and the two dates."

Jameson's smile was even bigger, and even Keswick and the others understood at this moment.

Jameson said, "So does Mr. Zhao have any proposals to be happy about?"

Zhao Jingyang straightened up and knocked on the table: "Occupying the territory of the French Concession, it is indeed me Zhao Jingyang who has lost his trust first."

"But it's nothing."

"Make money." He held up a finger, "The most important thing, isn't it?"

"Not bad!" The foreign devils nodded in unison.

"Tobacco soil, that melon, two dates, is a fart." Zhao Jingyang looked arrogant and said, "Lao Tzu is casual

Loosen your fingers, don't say 30 million, 50 million or 80 million, it's just idle."

But his voice changed: "However, before that, I have a few questions."

Jameson spread his hands: "Please."

Zhao Jingyang said, "I heard that there is a board seat in the Ministry of Industry?"

Jameson said, "If Mr. Zhao can make everyone make money and make more money, I promise you this seat."

Zhao Jingyang nodded: "Okay."

"Second question," he paused, "Among the conditions put forward to you by the strike *** led by the Shanghai Tang Federation of Trade Unions, I heard that there is a clause that requires all foreigners' factories, shops, and trading houses to raise the salaries of their Chinese workers by 30%?"

As soon as these words came out, foreign devils, you look at me, I will look at you; Or Jameson, who said, "Mr. Zhao, you're just embarrassing us."

He said, "A 30% salary increase is too high for us to accept."

Zhao Jingyang nodded: "What about two percent?"

Jameson frowned and hesitated, "It's still high."

Zhao Jingyang said: "One into five, it can't be less."

The tone was very firm.

Jameson couldn't help but bow his head sideways and whisper to Keswick.

After a while, he looked up at Zhao Jingyang: "One and a half can take over, but the premise is that Mr. Zhao can make us more money!"

Zhao Jingyang stroked his palm and said, "Then tax..."

Jameson waved his hand and said categorically, "Impossible!"

Outright rejection.

In addition to raising the salaries of Chinese workers, the conditions put forward by the strike *** for foreigners are also tax requirements - requiring foreigners to return the taxes of the concession to Shenzhou.

This point did not surprise Zhao Jingyang, Jameson directly refused and was non-negotiable.

This is a huge problem, and it is a political one, and it cannot be shaken.

Zhao Jingyang brought it up here, but it was just a temptation.

He nodded, "Okay, let's not talk about this."

Then he said, "I have forbidden the smoke; Losing faith is also my problem; So, let you make money without harming your interests, I naturally have consideration."

"You must know the root of my Hanhai beginning?"

"Of course." Jameson and the others' eyes began to glow, with a golden light.

Zhao Jingyang said, "My solution is to cooperate with you to set up a joint venture fish product factory; The annual output of this factory, I promise to be at least as level as my own; The requirement is that the products of this factory are limited to export."

"In other words, the Shenzhou market is mine, and no one can touch it; I set up a factory with you, and the market is your own country."

Without waiting for the foreign devils to speak, Zhao Jingyang continued: "Make money, who is not earning? I can even completely delegate the pricing power of retail to yourselves; You can even sell it for several or ten times the price of the beach."

"Do you know what my annual revenue is? Hundreds of millions!"

"So, guys, do you think this business is making money?"

The foreign devils are silent.

Make money, why not make money?! They're not brain-dead!

Tianxiang fish products, one here is counted as one, who hasn't eaten it? I even have to eat it every day. In other words, the taste of Tianxiang fish products does not exclude foreigners, and in their own countries, they also have the same huge market potential.

King of People: Start with Shanghai Tang.

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